Yeah okay so something finally happened this week and I wish it was still the quiet uneventful week of yesterday. This has been a bad week in general for me but just in case I hadn't got the idea life decided I needed reminding...the story I'm about to tell you is completely true. It was not a dream which is what I originally thought. I give you permission to laugh if you wish, if it wasn't me I'm sure I'd find it funny. So I got to bed at a relatively decent time last night, I would have gotten 8 hours of sleep or very close to it but then i woke up because I felt a book hit my face...then another one. I was in a delusional half asleep state of confusion so I just lay there thinking "What the heck...?" and then the framed embroidery above my bed fell on my face. And again, I just lay there in complete and utter shock, conscious enough now to be thankful that it was a somewhat soft wooden frame. It's a good thing I left it there (on my FACE) because then 4 more books fell on me along with my little snowman candle holder. Now in the real world all the crashing that was going on would wake a concerned parent or brother right? So how could this possibly be real? Well I know it was because this morning I found my embroidery where I put it (when I was fairly certain the storm of books was over...) on the floor next to my bed and the hook that must have caused the problem was on top of my headboard where I had haphazardly tried to replace my books. So essentially...bad times. I still can't believe it really happened, but I do have the headache to prove it. *shrug*
Other than that, not much to report.
The answer yesterday was Friends - Chandler and Monica